YVONNE'S P.O.V
I couldn't call him, so I sent an email instead.
And then I waited. An hour, two, and no reply came from Mr Voss. I didn't recheck my phone as I dressed up, tied my hair back, and flagged a taxi to my lawyer's.
The whole ride there, I zoned in and out of my mind. The city blurred past the window quickly, but I wasn’t seeing any of it. I didn't dare contact Edgar after that message last night, no. I didn't wait for him to change his mind or give me an explanation.
I did what I had to do.
The Baxters' family had their own personal lawyers who handled all their cases. I sat in his office, staring at the same document Edgar had mailed me last night.
My voice was hoarse and my eyes were surprisingly clear. “So this is it?” My eyes were on the papers as I spoke, on the pace
